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Tamora Pierce. Tempests and Slaughter
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THE IMPERIAL UNIVERSITY OF CARTHAK. The School for Mages
CHAPTER 1. August 30–September 1, 435. THE IMPERIAL COLISEUM, THAK CITY, THE CARTHAKI EMPIRE
CHAPTER 2. September 2–October 14, 435
CHAPTER 3. October 14–16, 435
THE IMPERIAL UNIVERSITY OF CARTHAK. The School for Mages
CHAPTER 4. October 16, 435–March 436
THE IMPERIAL UNIVERSITY OF CARTHAK. The School for Mages
CHAPTER 5. June 1–4, 436
THE IMPERIAL UNIVERSITY OF CARTHAK. The School for Mages
CHAPTER 6. June 5, 436–March 18, 437
THE IMPERIAL UNIVERSITY OF CARTHAK. The School for Mages
CHAPTER 7. May 23–August 24, 437
CHAPTER 8. August 25–28, 437
THE IMPERIAL UNIVERSITY OF CARTHAK. The School for Mages
CHAPTER 9. August 31–December 2, 437
CHAPTER 10. December 3–31, 437
THE IMPERIAL UNIVERSITY OF CARTHAK. The School for Mages
CHAPTER 11. January 1–9, 438
CHAPTER 12. February–March 438
CHAPTER 13. March 438
CHAPTER 14. April 438
CHAPTER 15. April–May 15, 438
THE IMPERIAL UNIVERSITY OF CARTHAK. The School for Mages
CHAPTER 16. June–September 2, 438
CHAPTER 17. September 15–30, 438
CHAPTER 18. September 30–October, 438
CHAPTER 19. October 438–June 439
CHAPTER 20. Summer Term 439
CHAPTER 21. Summer Term 439. THE ARENA TRAINING CAMP
CHAPTER 22
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
GLOSSARY
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The thought sprouted up like it had been waiting. There was a way he could do something significant. They wouldn’t know it, but he would. It wasn’t much, but he’d feel better for it. He looked hurriedly at the inside of the hem of his tunic, searching for a loose thread. Only a couple of months ago, he had begun reading about weather magic. He had memorized a few spells from it to try when he had some time alone, out in the fields beyond the university, but surely this spell was safe enough. It was for hedgewitches, after all, a blessing for ships and voyages. It was a small thing.
He found a loose thread and tugged it free. It was red, even better! Red was for luck, hope, and strength. Holding it down in front of his belly so the people around him wouldn’t see, he wove the two scarlet ends of the thread in and out of one another, murmuring the words of the old spell. His fingers and the back of his neck were tingling. Small breezes played with his heavy black curls. Sweat trickled down his temples as he finished with the traditional blessing for his relatives and the ship. The breeze tugged at the thread. The nervous energy that had plagued his insides all morning surged and tore the thread from his fingers. He could swear it was strange, strong power from inside him that did it, and not the gusting air. Whichever it was, his spell-thread yanked from his fingers to fly high over the harbour.
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